A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

was born at

one who picked the name for his

a simple building with

comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking at the snow white world

round, no matter how beautiful the scenery was, it would still be very

looking outside. His thin stature made the hospital

had almost given up

still alive. He had lived two months

with a glass of water and medicine in

to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

seemed like he had not heard

After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day.

when he

time of the year, the Evans Gardon would

also her favorite food,” Mark

response to this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call

this, he began to fumble

then, he stopped and shook his

her, but he never did. It seemed it was better

call her,”

to give

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him the glass of

“Please take your medicine.

bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when you wake

medicines from him and swallowed them

he lay on the bed, and a nurse came in to help

done, Mark looked sideways

grip on his phone got weaker and weaker until he

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time,

birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he

almost given

Mark was still alive. He had lived

behind him with a glass of water and medicine in his

the medicine,” Peter reminded him in

seemed like he had not

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the

when he

“Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be

favorite food,”

suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the baby? The baby should have

to fumble in his

he stopped and

calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he never called

call

have to give Cecilia too much

hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

medicines from him and swallowed them without a

on the bed, and a nurse came in to help

Mark looked sideways

his phone got weaker and weaker until he

rare for Mark to fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and it

gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was

was much like

at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle

fact, this Cecilia in his

nestled in his arms and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame you

point,

room were white, just like

gently closed his

needed to have

warm in the ward, but he felt cold all over his body. He felt Life without Cecilia was a

buy the pumpkin pies

a plump foreign nurse was in

return home. He

and the apartment on Gamous Road, which

knew he couldn’t change anything for

never give up

Cecilia still continued to hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have her back… He would

determined to stay

now, he was finding it difficult to go

bed and started to make paper planes. He knew

that he would invent a plane when he grew up. The plane would be so fast that it would get to Czanch in a blink of an

wanted to go there because he

pale fingers trembled as he thought

back to the hospital

a snowstorm on his way, so

I’m just in time. The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he said to his boss with a

the paper planes Mark had been making and he pursed his

neatly arranged the paper planes

some of

Mark only actually took

more

his mouth, he put down the

narrowed his eyes

back home and have a family reunion,”

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you will,” Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark was

him about it, Mark’s phone rang. It was

it was around 4

a little upset when he looked at the caller ID.

misses you,” Peter urged

broke into a

boy,”

he decided to answer the phone. It was an

voice sounded

birth to a girl. Her name

given birth to a girl that had been named

the phone trembled so violently that he

brief silence, Waylen said,

Mark closed his eyes.

a flight to come see you next week. I’ll ask her to

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

another brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, no matter

entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

first half of his life. He didn’t deserve to end up like

Mark sniffed and put down

the duration of the call, he never even dared to

had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one

“What happened?” he asked.

a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to a baby girl. She’s been

this and he did a fist pump in

great,” he said

first day of the new year. And Olivia

to stroke one of the paper planes he had

to fly back home to see Cecilia

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a glance would

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